Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The crooked road stretches under the gloomy sky.

The surrounding area is desolate.

Among the dirty soil, rocks and weeds, there stood several small and slanted earthen houses, with thin and dilapidated doors, and black holes in the windows, looking out lifelessly.

Ge Xiu slowed down.

The other players had already been left behind by him and disappeared, and the shadows that had flashed in front of the road were nowhere to be seen, and his body was desolate and dark.

He looked around, then walked slowly towards the end of the road.

Not far away, an equally skewed courtyard attracted Ge Xiu's attention.

It looks the same as other buildings in this village, except that it is slightly taller and slightly larger. The courtyard door is locked. From the low courtyard wall, you can see a deserted corner of the courtyard. A dusty ruined plaque hangs on the courtyard door. Two words are written:

Ancestral hall.

Ge Xiu walked out toward the door.

But before he took a few steps, at this moment, a rough and hoarse voice came from behind him:

"Young man, where are you going?"

Ge Xiu turned his head and looked behind him.

I saw a rickety old lady standing behind him. She had an almost terrifying old face, dark and shrunken, full of deep gully, the corners of her mouth were crooked, and all the teeth in her mouth had fallen out, only one remained. An empty black hole, a pair of ugly eyes are covered with a layer of gray white fog, which always gives people a vicious and malicious feeling when they look at people.

"Are you a guest at the wedding, too?"

She trembled forward a few steps: "Guest, you came to the wrong place, are you lost?"

There was an uncomfortable smile on the old woman’s wrinkled face. With a cane in one hand, she stretched the other wrinkled black hand shaped like chicken feet toward Ge Xiu’s wrist: "Come on. Come on, boy, I'll take you..."

The moment her fingertips touched the skin of Ge Xiu's wrist, she hurriedly retracted it as if she had been scalded by something.

The old woman's old face trembled, and a twinge of tremor and resentment flashed through her triangular eyes covered with shadows.

"What's the matter?" Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The deep wrinkles on the old woman’s face twitched, revealing a false smile: "Old woman, it’s the first time I have seen such a handsome young man, walk around, you come with me as a guest, and I’ll take you to meet other people. with."

Ge Xiu glanced at the ancestral hall carelessly and shrugged:

"Okay."

This time, the old woman didn't try to reach out to touch Ge Xiu again, but followed him strictly guard, as if she was afraid that he would run away, but kept a distance of two steps from him throughout the whole process.

Across the crooked path, she led Ge Xiu to a house that looked more decent and spacious.

"Go ahead." The old woman stopped, her long nails like crooked eagle claws, her dark and crumpled fingers clutching the cane, and a kind smile appeared on her face.

Ge Xiu glanced at her, then walked into the house.

The lobby is very dark, greasy tables and chairs and plaque decorations on the walls look dusty and old in style.

Several other players are there.

They were sitting on the seats, the eyes of the players who were obviously newcomers were still red, uneasy, and curled up in the chairs cringly, as if they could rely on this to avoid being hurt.

Obviously, they have now learned and accepted their situation.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, everyone looked towards the door.

When they saw Ge Xiu, the other players couldn't help being stunned.

They had long been curious about the player who rushed into the dungeon before the game started, but what they didn't expect was that this bold enough player actually looked like this...

nice.

Ge Xiu ignored the different eyes of everyone, and took a seat on the last chair.

Sitting at the head of the throne is a man who is obviously in the copy. His face is dull and ordinary, and it seems to be no different from ordinary people, but a pair of dark eyes can always give people a kind of hairy when staring fixedly at people. It feels as if a cold air is slowly rising from the bone marrow.

He said:

"It seems that our last guest has finally found his way. I am the mayor of this village. You can call me Lao Liu."

The head of village Liu retracted his gaze and continued:

"Welcome everyone to take time out of their busy schedule and come to attend the little girl's wedding."

He curled the corners of his lips, showing a half-stiff and half-false smile:

"It's good for you to treat this as your home these days. If you need anything, you can talk to me at any time."

Player: "..."

Who would treat this ghost place as his own home?

The village chief coughed twice and continued: "It's late now, wait a moment when I take you to rest..."

Ge Xiu spoke suddenly and interrupted the other party: "When will the wedding begin?"

The other players were taken aback.

They didn’t expect that players would interrupt the introduction of npc directly, so they couldn’t help but subconsciously.

The village chief’s face stiffened slightly. He slowly turned his head and looked at Ge Xiu who was sitting at the end. There was no light in those dark eyes, like two lifeless glass beads. He seemed a little stuck. After two or three seconds, he opened his mouth and replied slowly:

"……the day after tomorrow."

For other players, those short two or three seconds are as long as a century.

It was not until the other party answered the question, and there seemed to be no sign of turning their faces, that their hearts finally slowly returned to their stomachs.

When the conversation was over and the village chief left, the players who had been in a state of tension slowly relaxed.

After a round of self-introduction, the players looked at Ge Xiu with an expression of curiosity that could not be concealed. One of the senior players couldn't bear it and took the lead and said: "Dude, you are good enough, this is an experience. How many copies are there?"

Ge Xiu told the truth: "One."

Not only the player who asked the question, everyone was stunned for two seconds. Obviously, they didn't expect the other party to respond like this.

"Just kidding." The player's face clearly showed a look of unbelief: "Did you say this is your second copy?"

"Yes, yes." Another person echoed: "The difficulty of this dungeon is at least A. The senior players who are randomly assigned have experienced at least four or five dungeons, and there are only two newcomers, you How could it have only been experienced once?"

Ge Xiu pondered for a long while and replied:

"It's probably bad luck."

His expression is really too calm, and there is no sign of lying. At this time, other players who were very sure are not so sure.

After all... it is indeed true that there will be newcomers who are too lucky to be assigned to this difficulty dungeon in the first round.

The number of difficult copies will indeed reduce the number of newcomers, but there are often two or three.

Although the senior players will sympathize with these bad luck newcomers, most of them are still happy to see the results-the newcomers are the cannon fodder of the seniors to find the way. This recognition has basically become In addition to the unspoken rules among experienced players, this kind of gameplay in which newcomers are randomly assigned to high-difficult dungeons is cruel, but it has practical benefits for them.

However, this kind of semi-new person was assigned to the highly difficult copy in the second game, and it was the first time they saw each other.

——Especially this kind of overly daring half-new person.

Ge Xiu asked, "So, what are the rules of this game?"

Another player's expression was obviously gloomy. He sighed and replied: "survive until after the wedding."

Among all the rules of the game, only this type of "survival time" type of copy is the most difficult to grasp.

A seemingly simple requirement, but the few behavioral prompts are given, and it is also more difficult to determine the actions that should be taken in the instance. All players can do is to be cautious and spend time in the instance like walking on thin ice. Survival depends on not only the player's experience and reaction ability, but also luck.

However, this kind of copy also has advantages, that is, the degree of freedom is relatively large, and there is no very clear prohibition rule.

But it also makes it more difficult for players to grasp the boundaries of danger.

At this moment, a man in linen clothes came in.

He was also pale and stiff, with a plain-looking face as if he was wearing a dull mask, without any expression.

He is here to take the players to their rooms.

It was a rather large yard. There were a series of small bungalows in the yard. Several small rooms were one after another, and the players happened to be in one room.

Ge Xiu chose the most marginal one.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, the crooked windows are facing the courtyard, and the gloomy sky can be seen through the foggy glass.

When leaving, the man who led the way suddenly turned his head and said to the players who had chosen the room:

"By the way, guests, try not to go out at night. There are no electric lights in many places in the village, and there are black lights..."

He smiled gloomily and weirdly:

"……easy to get injured."

The players couldn't help but feel their backs.

——Although there are no particularly clear rules for this kind of surviving copy, going out at night, no matter which book you are in, you are looking for death.

Although the daytime here is not very bright, but the darkness of the sky can be clearly felt.

The darkness spread quickly, quickly encroaching on the scenery outside the window.

In just ten minutes, the night had completely fallen, covering the courtyard completely.

The door in the remote corner of the courtyard was slowly pushed open from inside.

In the next second, Ge Xiu, a semi-novice hunter for death, appeared at the door.

He turned his head and glanced at a series of closed doors, then stepped into the darkness without changing his face.

Ge Xiu turned on the flashlight and walked straight to the location of the ancestral hall during the day according to the route in his memory.

The villages shrouded in darkness became more and more eerie and terrifying, and the surrounding sceneries were hazy and fuzzy. Blocks of weird black shadows flared their teeth and claws around them, and Ge Xiu left them behind.

At this moment, a woman in a red dress appeared right in front of the road.

She turned her back to Ge Xiu, lowered her head, her long black hair hanging down to her waist, and she looked very ghostly under the light of the slightly shaking flashlight.

The low crying sound came from a distance, thin and soft, fluctuating low and high, like a filament, especially clear in the thick darkness.

The flashlight flashed twice and went out.

At this moment, Ge Xiu heard a woman's breath softly behind her ears:

"...Look for me again?"

The voice was very close, as if it was ringing in the ear, and it came quietly with a cold chill.

In the darkness, Ge Xiu turned his head and fixed his gaze precisely on the dark shadow lying on his shoulder. He smiled slightly:

"You think too much, eldest sister."